Sunday, January 19, 2020

a salute to trees

post #473
           I am not following the president impeachment happenings each day, though I do try to stay informed since I am, in general, a bit of a politics junkie. However I'm finding the toxicity spills over everywhere, with much that stuns and dismays.  Cruelty tears me up. (Kids in Cages??!) Not facing the changing climate, in particular, makes no possible sense at all to me. (Fossil fuels forever? I don't see how or why.)
         I don't want to take time tonight to make any kind of long list. Where my house is located, we don't talk politics a lot and when we do It doesn't feel unfriendly. My Kentucky county has, until Trump, always voted for the Democrat for president. 

         My monthly writers group of over 20 years enjoys giving a joint donation every year instead of gifts to each other at Christmas. This year we decided to find some way to express support for actual ongoing projects that are trying to do something on the ground, so to speak, directly related to the climate. Here are two articles we use to research our decision. I don't include either one in its entirety, so I hope it doesn't end up being too confusing to be helpful.

article #1: How to Stop Freaking Out and Tackle Climate Change

Here’s a five-step plan to deal with the stress and become part of the solution.
Ms. Marris is the author of “Rambunctious Garden: Saving Nature in a Post-Wild World.”
  • [The rest of the article is available if you have access to a NYT subscription or a library.

  • Credit...Evan Cohen

    There's much more to the article, but I want to include here an earlier article that was helpful for us, from VOX, December 18, 2018, by Sigel Samuel:

    article#2: Want to fight climate change effectively? Here's where to donate your money.

            The article features 5 options, and we are going for the first one, called COALITION FOR RAINFOREST NATIONS.  If anyone wants help locating the article, please let me know and I can dig around and send a link.  

           Note: Since I do believe that trees are essential for life on earth and irreplaceable, and since I will probably end up writing other posts on this topic, I am also going to feature a tree each time. I revere trees. Here is one of many photos with trees that I've made.  The photo was made in England; it's an oak, in January. Thank you, tree. We need everyone of you.

          Stay warm, keep your cool, be bold, encourage bravery, appreciate a tree.

    Sunday, January 12, 2020

    photo stories #3 and a blast from, well, only 2010

    post #472
             Today, in one of my other projects besides this blog, I found a thumb drive with photos from 2010 and 2011.  I was curious to see them again, since I have always had a bad sense of time passing so it could be interesting. 
            The first photos were of my granddaughter T., newly born! One day soon I will get to show them to her myself. Then I decided I should take some of the other photos and post them on today's blog. I'd say I was really into mist on the mountains back then, or else the weather has changed so that it no longer happens as often.  
             So, please enjoy. 

    a favorite photo, titled "Black and White in Color"

    another favorite -- I made this in a Farmers Market on Martha's Vineyard while I was there for a week's photo workshop. 

    a neighbor's front yard. I had forgotten I made this photo, glad to see it again.

    a wet summer so lots of very green fields right after mowing

    daisies are always so cheering

    This antique horse drawn hay rake was more picturesque than helpful. We didn't keep it in the end but it always hurts to not provide a rest home for such helpers after their years of hard work.

    from the bridge, looking over Laurel Gorge, in Elliott County, Kentucky

    across the road and nearby to where I lived

    two views on this wet day from the same spot on Jean's farm, and I like them both

    Jean's barn

    patient summer companion, on the front steps

    Sunday, January 5, 2020

    squeezing in some photos from the fall

    post #471
             With all the turmoil on our national stage, I decided to give a showing tonight of some photos I missed including on this blog during this past fall.  There's time enough for the new photos in the future. We need to honor the life we have apart from the chaos that our supposed leadership seems determined to foist upon us whether we like it or not. This doesn't mean I plan to be silent about the dangerous state of the world, but for tonight I am choosing to focus in a small way on photography -- which has grounded me for the past 25 years. I hope you, my guest / viewer, can find it within yourself to enjoy this offering, and I hope you also have dreams and beauty that sustain you.

               This is today's transition photo, carrying my concerns, my voice on my car, and my small bid for sanity when I am out and about.

               A rose is a rose is a rose

             and a weed is a weed is a weed.

               An eight year old is an eight year old even when she looks like a pretzel!

             Here's another eight year old -- not quite sure what his grandmother is up to.

                This woman graciously let me make her photo while we were both at Jenn's for a hair fix.  She then told me she was 90 --  I appreciate her spunk and her getting a kick out of some stranger asking to take her photo.

               Recently I was making a record of one corner of my in-home gallery, which I still use, even though I'm too far out from town to have many "customers". It's more like my work area in the main room, on the first floor. 

             My friend Sandy had this Gerber Daisy with all sorts of blooms this fall, whereas mine (which appeared outside my door from a mystery source in early May) didn't bloom very much at all. But now I've brought in a potted plant or two for the winter, and mine has decided to bloom, bloom, bloom.  

                  I saw this as puppy snow sculpture in November, in Colorado. By mistake I left it out of my blog post from there.

         As for this photo, I made it years ago, but now I can't get it to leave its place in my photo library on this laptop!! It is always at the end, often with some 40,000 photos ahead of it.  Weird. I call it "frost fence."  But I do like the photo. Thank goodness.

              I've had fun, once again, putting this together, but I do apologize for the late posting today. I am grateful I have had a self-imposed deadline all these seven years (Sundays) or it would be even later. Stay safe, speak up when you can, and be good to yourself.  All best wishes for a good new year.  Who knows, even the most dense among us might figure out this year that we are having a global climate emergency and need to act NOW  -- Ann

    Sunday, December 29, 2019

    photos + stories, #2 of many more to come

    post #470
              Welcome to almost the new year, with a return for me to doing my post every Sunday! Today is very wet, after a week of warm that included Christmas. 
              I seem to be more and more distressed by the current scorched earth elimination by our so-called leaders of environmental safeguards. I especially fear the ones that would otherwise address the effects of our warming globe. Our one and only globe. Every weird moment to do with weather causes concern; every discarded regulation gives me the shivers.
              I have absolutely no understanding about the political determination to deny the reality of rising seas, increasingly severe storms, coral damage worldwide, and the human price here in the Appalachians of polluted streams and dirty air. I can't even make light humor, like asking "What are they thinking!?", when the only possible question, really, is "Why have they forgotten totally how to think?".
              Anyway, now that winter is actually here, I am going to celebrate it by sharing photos I made in 2015, during two major snow storms. It was the winter that I divorced, after 46 years of marriage; I had quite a bit of maintenance to handle on my house and driveway. Luckily my neighbors helped out, and some local teens helped me as well. Resourcefulness training is always handy. Making art from the world that surrounds me brings me great pleasure and satisfaction. I don't remember that time being anything but interesting. After all I was a New England girl until my early twenties; I grew up loving to play in the snow with my sister, Cathy. 

    views of the steps from car down to the house -- a good judge what work the snow will require

    Thanks forever, Melva, for all your help during that March visit with that surprise storm.

            In my former house, where I lived over 40 years, I often felt I was living in a nest, with life happening outside of it and around me. The birds especially came by to visit. And if the light were right, which it often was, I could make photos from inside the house. I will talk more about this aspect of my work in another photos + stories post.
    a Coopers hawk, passing by and taking a rest

    experimenting with the light and the snow, at night (did not achieve mastery....)

    morning snow and sun
    I'll always wonder what went on overnight -- who ate whom.....

     For this last photo, I see another path, other steps, to a home, and I celebrate the mysteries in the natural world. 

                 With wishes for a new year with fewer lies, more truth, less disregard for the world we all share, and with more kindness, curiosity, and occasions for laughter.  Also, my thanks for looking at this blog post!   Ann  

    Sunday, December 15, 2019

    Christmas -- from the last several years

    post #469
               I'm back again to do this post, after attending a wonderful concert this afternoon, an hour of Handel's Messiah, in Morehead. It was lovely, lovely, lovely. 
             I've decided the best thing I want to do for this time of year is to share some Christmas photos over the years -- not too thorough a review, but I hope some of the moments are of interest.
          IN DENVER, several years ago, but it was Thanksgiving when I took these first two photos, trying to get one they could use on their holiday card:

    finally an acceptable photo -- in their yard


         And here's another Denver Christmas, with thanks for the share via Instagram:

     my neighbor/friend Sandy's annual decor, two different years:

    my neighbor/friend Sandy's annual decor, two different years

    Next, an earlier Christmas, in Kentucky, with T. making like a tree....

    super chef J!

    I guess J. must have taken this photo.... with Nik and Hannah in Kentucky. If I remember correctly, I didn't have the camera set exactly correctly at the time. Sorry!

    This next photo was a Christmas gift I once gave to Nik when the whole family lived in Massachusetts. It still makes me laugh. 

    Back to Denver, a year or two later -- the annual cookie baking:

    cookies aren't the only sweets at Christmas

    last year, favorite photo, in Denver
    I've had this photo on the blog before, but I do love how it turned out. I had just been experimenting.

           I'll be in Kentucky for Christmas this year, and I hope to get a few more usable photos.  Also I might add some older photos to this post. (Note: I'll now be skipping next week for this blog, and then return to every Sunday in the new year.)

           My best wishes to everyone, and this includes the presidential impeachment efforts that are being made very sincerely, out of sad necessity.  However, whatever it takes to get Climate Change back on the urgent list works for me.  I will never understand the reluctance to undertake every possible measure to protect our planet as much as possible from over heating.  Please, people, grow up and take responsibility for our futures. Consider the consequences of the ignorant alternatives! And may we all treasure time this season with those we are grateful to have in our lives.